Rio Cortez
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Born
Salt Lake City, UT
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Member Since
April 2022
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The ABCs of Black History
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9 editions
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2020
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Golden Ax
4 editions
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2022
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The BreakBeat Poets, Vol. 2: Black Girl Magic
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5 editions
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2018
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The River Is My Ocean
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The ABCs of Women's History
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Soul Sister Revue: A Poetry Compilation
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2 editions
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2019
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I Have Learned to Define a Field as a Space Between Mountains
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2016
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The Blue Velvet Chair
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Sugar House Review #6: Spring/Summer '12
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2012
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Tidal Basin Review
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2011
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"In this intergenerational tale, a girl and her abuela take their usual Saturday walk through their bustling neighborhood in New York City to the park along the Hudson River, where they enjoy the calming influence of the water, together time, and the "
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“Black Lead in a Nancy Meyers Film
Aging, at all. I want that. And to fall
perhaps most honestly in love
beside the ocean, in a home I’ve paid
for by doing as I like: drinking good
wine, dusting sugar over a croissant, or
the stage play I’m writing myself into.
Aging Black woman in neutral summer
turtleneck. Known. And jogging. Lonesome
enough. Eating homemade lavender
ice cream, the moon blooming
through the kitchen window. The distant
sound of waves. Learning
French as a second language.
Votre pâte merveilleux, I smile back.
And then, just like that! Falling, cautiously,
for my busy, middle-aged lover,
who needs me, but has never truly seen me
until now. Our Black friends, celebrating
with hors d’oeuvres. Our Black children
growing older.”
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Aging, at all. I want that. And to fall
perhaps most honestly in love
beside the ocean, in a home I’ve paid
for by doing as I like: drinking good
wine, dusting sugar over a croissant, or
the stage play I’m writing myself into.
Aging Black woman in neutral summer
turtleneck. Known. And jogging. Lonesome
enough. Eating homemade lavender
ice cream, the moon blooming
through the kitchen window. The distant
sound of waves. Learning
French as a second language.
Votre pâte merveilleux, I smile back.
And then, just like that! Falling, cautiously,
for my busy, middle-aged lover,
who needs me, but has never truly seen me
until now. Our Black friends, celebrating
with hors d’oeuvres. Our Black children
growing older.”
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